Sharon, over at the Baby Boomer Advisor Club, relates a cute joke about drinking and driving.
Reminded me of the time (when I was still able) that I over indulged at the country club a few blocks from home. Too tipsy to walk and too tipsy to drive my car, I decided I should just drive my golf cart home.
Worked just fine. Next day at the course, someone asked if I got home in my cart OK. I knew they didn’t see me driving the cart, so I questioned how they knew.
Seems a local constable saw me, knew I was very close to home, so he turned on his blue lights and followed me home.
I never knew he was there. Maybe it was my singing that distracted me.
Life in a small town has it’s advantages.